MASCARA (part. Duki)

Ah

Physical game on the court, like Ron Artest
With an octave, I paint the Sistine, Donate
I think about it a lot, I chill, like I’m in a coma
They asked if I was good, and I already showed it

My pockets are fatter and I’m getting skinnier
My shows are more packed than trains on Pellegrini
In this, I’m the boss and you’re just some kids
My brother ditched his wife, pulled a Houdini

It’s coming out of me naturally, killing it for a while
I drop bars, what a kind of murder
To counterattack, there’s no deal or contract
I don’t force it, money rains down and I don’t even try

I’m having the office stage
And I’ve got the studio as my kitchen
I shut up everyone who throws shade at me
Because deep down, they don’t love me, that’s a lie

It’s that the D and the N are cooking dinner for them today
We feed them, don’t talk with your mouth full
We kill the fakes, then we clean up the scene
Sweeping to get the masks out

Masks off, masks off
I do what I want, even if the rest don’t want it
Masks off, masks off
I don’t buy into your fake soap operas

Masks off, masks off
Being my best version in my own way
Masks off, masks off
What I think, I say it, even if it hurts

A mask is when it’s like a character
What mask am I? (What mask am I?)

I’m killing it, you guys don’t compete, you’re just faking
Rats aren’t allowed here, all real flow
Masks aren’t allowed
I’m flying, I make the scale with God, who medicates me

So hard, they pass the ball to Duko and touchdown
I’m loaded with snow, bass down
Bro, chill out, calm down
Because I have no doubts

My achievements are calculated and I’m no Einstein
Re-royalties that buy me everything in the North
Talking about me is like playing with your luck
Because I always have people who respond

Red eyes, I’m chillin’ from the cannabis
I’m smoking kush and I’m not an OG
They want to see me fall, Lady Di
I only trust my crew, family

It’s that the D and the N are cooking dinner for them today
We feed them, don’t talk with your mouth full
We kill the fakes, then we clean up the scene
Sweeping to get the masks out

Masks off, masks off
I do what I want even if the rest don’t want it
Masks off, masks off
I don’t buy into your fake soap operas

Masks off, masks off
Being my best version in my own way
Masks off, masks off
What I think, I say it even if it hurts
(Where are you, Snow Mountain?)

Out
To get the masks out
Out
To get the masks out